Their suits glowing with luminous paint, the four men stood for a moment beneath the starry spectacle. Jupiter, the largest celestial object in sight, appeared as a small belted moon to left. Flim placed the muzzle of the Morgia against the face of Jak's helmet.
"That's not correct!" Jak protested.
Flim lowered the pistol slightly. He said, "Are you certain all this is not a trick? I suspected something below."
Jak's heart shuddered. He wondered what would happen to Drusilla. This mental case would never take her to Earth, the only place she would have a chance. She should have realized her own peril instead of ogling the pirate. He pleaded, "No. No trick."
Flim stated, "I am prepared to death you at any instant. Be careful. How do you wish it arranged?"
"Stand at the tail, side by side, and I'll stand at the nose. That's forty meters apart. A good distance for the Firing Squad."
Jak took two jerky steps which brought him into position over the control cabin.
Jak said, "One last request. Shoot me through the faceplate. I'll devitalize instantly whether you hit the brain or not."
Flim's voice crackled through the radio. "Out of respect for the fair lady below, I shall avoid brutality and accommodate you. However, I am placing Ger and Looge behind me. I still feel this may be a trick."
"That's not right. All three—"